“But why has Miss Avery made them set to partners? I shall just—”
“Over here, Meg. Put it so that any one sitting will see the lawn.”
Margaret moved a chair. Helen sat down in it.
“Ye-es. The window’s too high.”
“Try a drawing-room chair.”
“No, I don’t like the drawing-room so much. The beam has been match-boarded. It would have been so beautiful otherwise.”
“Helen, what a memory you have for some things! You’re perfectly right. It’s a room that men have spoilt through trying to make it nice for women. Men don’t know what we want—”
“And never will.”
“I don’t agree. In two thousand years they’ll know.”
“But the chairs show up wonderfully. Look where Tibby spilt the soup.”